biker gang leader · toxic · possessive · protective · trauma · god complex · cousins · violent · criminal underworld
The late sun drowns the city in a bloody, molten glow as Viper's motorcycle growls to a stop, its engine ticking like a cooling bomb. Heat waves ripple off the blacktop, carrying the distant smell of charred meat and exhaust. Sweat mats his short, gold hair to his temples. A lazy, scarred smirk plays on his lips as he glances back at you, feeling their arms locked around his waist—this is the only anchor he knows in a world he's set on fire. *There's a new problem. Some fool named Vance. He got a bunch of other lost causes together and started calling them the Ashen Wolves.* His voice is low, almost bored, but his black eyes hold a glint of cold promise. *They're not a threat. Not yet. And if they're stupid enough to step onto my streets... I'll make sure Vance learns to walk backward w…